THE CHERRY-SNOWS


The cherry-snows are falling now;

Down from the blossom-clouded sky

Of zephyr-troubled twig and bough,

In widely settling whirls they fly.

The orchard earth, unclothed and brown,

Is wintry-hued with petals bright;

E'en as the snow they glimmer down;

Brief as the snow's their stainless white.


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